Chapter 8

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6:31 pm

“You’re leaving already?” Derek says as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“Mmhhmm.” I say.

“Can’t you stay a little bit longer?”

I unwrap myself from his arms and pick up my shirt from the ground and put it on. “No. We’re friends with benefits. That’s it. You know how this works, Derek.” I say. I’m getting annoyed. I came here to get pleased, not stay the night and cuddle.

“But-“

I pull him down by the shirt so he look at me in the eyes. “We are friends with benefits,” I repeat myself. “Don’t fucking ruin it, do you hear me?” I say harshly He nods and I let him go by the shirt. I put my shoes on and I say goodbye to him and leave his place to go to my car. If he keeps up with this clingy ass shit I will probably have to break it off. I can never find someone who only wants sex and that’s it? Why do feelings have to be involved? I always pick guys who think they can handle it and they end up being weak. “This is so fucking lame.” I say to myself as I get into my car and head home.

The rest of my week goes fairly well I guess, school wise at least. I got scowled at on Wednesday by the other 3 teachers for not showing up to my fist day of their class. I gave them this ridiculous story that I was in Australia skydiving and that I got home just yesterday. I couldn’t help but smiling while I was telling them the story and they knew it was a complete lie so they just told me to pick a seat. I couldn’t stop laughing at myself. It’s like high school all over again. I never take school seriously and I never will but I do get good grades in class. I will never understand how that even happens. Anyway, I’m happy it’s Friday and I just got home and it’s almost and I’m tired so I head to my room where I change into shorts and a t shirt and I lay in bed as I watch re runs of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. I don’t know how much time passed but it must’ve been an hour or two because just then Andrew knocks on my door and I tell him to come in.

“Hey, Athena is here.” He says and let’s Athena come into my room. I groan and plant my face into my pillow. Athena is obviously one of my best friends but I didn’t want anyone to come over. I just wanted to have a chill night by myself watching tv and eating food. Sigh.

“Well gee thanks for that.” says Athena sarcastically. I hear Andrew laugh and close my door.

“What do you what?” I say, rolling over my other side to look at her.

“Are you busy?” she says with smile. She’s so nice and I don’t even understand why she’s my friend after all these years when I treat her like shit sometimes.

“No bu-“

“Great!” she says, cutting my off. “Do you want to go bowling?”

“Nah.” I say and look at the tv. She huffs and goes and sits on my bed, blocking my view.

“Well Jasmin and Lucy had other plans and I didn’t want to go but I was hoping maybe you and I could just go bowling and have a nice time.” She says, picking at her fingernails. I know exactly what she’s doing and that’s trying to make me feel bad and it’s working.

I sigh. “Okay.” I say in a flat voice.

“You’re the best! Put some jeans on another top on.” She instructs.

“What the fuck is wrong with what I’m wearing now?” I say.

She goes through my drawers and picks out a white v neck and dark blue jeans and throws them at my face. “Put this on.”

I roll my eyes at her and change into the clothes she picked out for me and put on some white converse on and then Athena begs me to straighten my hair so I give in to that. It takes about fifteen minutes for my hair to get done and then we head out to her car and get in and drive off. We talk about meaningless things on the way to the bowling alley like how our day and school was and stuff. I asked where Jasmin and Lucy were at and she told me they went to some underground rave that was going to be held later tonight but she didn’t want to go and I knew I’d decline the offer as well. It takes us about twenty minutes to get to the bowling alley and when we get there, I follow Athena to a lane to see her boyfriend, Nathan, putting on his bowling shoes on.

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